Pick Up The Phone
Title: Pick Up The Phone
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kradam, Kraty (briefly)
Word Count: 8,119(ish)
Note: This is the sequel to " Liar" which you really should read before this, because you'll be considerably confused otherwise. :) pyrosgf beta'd this & is fantastic and you should give her a surprise party or something. Except, maybe not now, since I totally blew the surprise. Anyway. The title is taken from another Dragonette song of the same name. (Download "Pick Up The Phone" and "Liar")
“Katy?” Kris bangs on her door again. “Katy, it’s me, open up.”
“Kris?” A bleary-eyed blonde fumbles the door open. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Kris doesn’t reply. Words are not why he’s here.
Taking her by the face, Kris maneuvers them inside, closing the door with his foot and pulling Katy to him, kissing her with as much passion as he can muster.
Finally breaking for breath, Katy pants out, “What is this all about?”
“Tired of waiting. There isn’t gonna be a perfect time for this, so I decided we were just gonna make time.”
“And the middle of the night…?”
“If you don’t want--”
“Hey, no, no! I want. I- I definitely want. I’m just curious. This is so unlike you.”
Yeah, Kris is full of ‘unlike’ himself lately.
“Is that okay?”
Katy smirks, pulling Kris down the hallway and into her bedroom.
“Oh, I’ll say.”
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So, it was good. Great, actually. And Kris definitely needed a release after…
And that’s when he remembers.
Those eyes. Those hands. That mouth.
Adam.
Suddenly, ‘great’ doesn’t seem to cut it anymore. Not when ‘brain-dead’ and ‘burning alive’ are possibilities.
Kris wishes he didn’t have class today, because he could sure use an afternoon of sleep before he calls Adam. Which he is absolutely doing tonight, without question.
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A tall, curly-haired guy waves at Kris outside the auditorium where Kris’ class is held.
“Hey, dude! How’s my little buddy?”
“Call me that again, Giraud, and we’ll find out how well you can play the piano with only one functioning hand.”
“Fair enough. So, what’re your plans for tonight?”
Having sex with an alien. What about you?
“Nothin’ much. What’re you up to?”
“Got a gig over at that one place where the chick with the tattoo sleeve works. Remember her? Man, she’s fine.”
“Yeah, very nice. Wasn’t she the one with the boyfriend who almost killed you?”
“Oh, please. I could’a taken him. I have Physics with that dude. He‘s all brain, man.”
“And you’ve got delicate hands. Seems like it’d be quite the brawl.”
“Shut up. See, now you’re not invited.”
“Did I want to be?”
“Of course! You love watching me play, being one of my minions, trolling the groupies for the hottest girls to send my way. Remember?”
“Yeah, that’s right, I remember. So, yeah, no, then. Good thing I’ve already got plans.”
“I thought you said you weren’t doing anything.”
“I said nothing much. And, no, I’m not telling you any more.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll get my own groupies this time. You have fun with your mystery plans, man, I gotta get to Taylor’s class before I‘m late ‘one more time and get my butt kicked out.’ Later, dude.”
“See ya. Have fun tonight, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
“Thanks, Kris.”
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Kris crashes on his couch, stack of papers glaring back at him from their place on the coffee table.
Guess I won’t be calling Adam tonight.
He resolves to work his tail off, because tomorrow there will be no power on this earth that will stand as an obstacle to his getting some… tail. Kris grimaces at his bad pun, sighs heavily, and gets to work.
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The next day, Kris’ first class starts at 11AM, and Kris can’t concentrate worth crap the entire time. There’s a fifteen minute break in between lectures, so Kris figures he has the perfect excuse to be quick, avoiding those awful, awkward silences.
He finds Adam’s number in his phone and hits ‘send’ before he can change his mind.
Ring. Ring.
Kris taps his forefinger lightly on the table in the low-traffic side room.
Ring. Ring.
Oh, God. Voice mail.
Kris’ ears echo the ringing, and it isn’t until the over-loud beep! indicating it’s his turn to say something, that Kris remembers what he’s doing.
He kind of wishes he’d been paying attention to whatever Adam said in his voice message, if only because it’s always been a curiosity of his, what people choose to say on those things.
“Hey, Adam, it’s, um, it’s Kris. Allen. From- from the party the other night?”
Kris hadn’t intended it to be phrased as a question, but he’s so nervous, he’s just glad his voice hasn’t cracked. He clears his throat.
“Listen, um, I- I did what, um-- I’ve thought about it, a lot, and, um,” Kris breathes. Why is he so nervous?
“Well, if you were serious the other night, a-and you aren’t busy, I was hoping-- I mean, I, um, I thought maybe we could, um, talk. I-I-I get it, if you’re busy, or, ya know, whatever, I was just, um… So, yeah, uh, gimme a call back and maybe we can go get some coffee or something.”
Kris goes to hang up, but remembers just in time, “Oh! I did want to say ‘thank you’. I think… I think meeting you was kind of one of those really important things that happen in life, for me. I don’t know that I would have-- Anyway, sorry. Just, um, thank you, and I guess I’ll talk to you later. Maybe. Um. Okay, bye.”
Kris heaves out a sigh, pushing the button and laying his phone on the table in front of him.
Raking his fingers through his hair, Kris rests on his elbows. “Way to loser it up, Allen. God, he’s gonna think you’re such a--”
Wait. What’s that little clock counting?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
“Oh, my God. Nnn- Oh, sh--”
Beep!
“To save this message, press 7.”
The ‘7’ button beeps when it’s pressed by a painted thumbnail.
Now if only Adam could get the stupid grin off of his face before any of his friends see him, that’d be excellent.
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Kris’ phone buzzes right as class is dismissed.
‘1 New Text Message’
‘You busy? Can you talk?’
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Kris realizes he’s clutching his phone, doing a little hopping movement with his feet like an over-zealous high school girl, but is managing to keep the high-pitched squealing inside. Barely.
Deciding to respond by calling, Kris is on the beginning of the second ring before he remembers who is about to be on the other end of the line and what the possibilities for tonight are, and the world spins a little funny and gets cloudy, making him pause by a planter box lining the sidewalk.
“Hello?”
This would be where you talk, Kristopher.
“Um, hey, hi, it’s Kris.”
He’s about to continue identifying himself, but Adam interrupts, sounding happy to hear from him, which is awesome, because Kris was worried Adam had forgotten about him completely. He wouldn’t blame Adam if he had, at least.
“Kris, hi! Wow, that was fast.”
Kris isn’t sure if he means the reply, or Kris’ decision-making.
“Yeah, class just let out when you texted me.”
“Oh? What class?”
And Adam actually sounds interested in the answer, which is kind of a surprise for Kris, honestly. What about Kris could possibly interest this sparkly alien being?
“Compositions.”
“Music?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“You play music?”
Adam sounds strange, but Kris can’t put together why.
“A little, yeah. Guitar and piano, mostly. And I sing a little, too.” He doesn’t want to come off like he’s bragging or anything.
There’s quiet on the other end of the phone, and Kris is immediately worried. He’s about to say something, but Adam mumbles something that sounds like ‘of course you do’ before talking more clearly into the mouthpiece.
“That’s really cool. You’ll have to play something for me sometime.”
“Yeah, that would be, um- I could do that.”
Don’t pass out. You’ll need to breathe to accomplish this task. He’s just a person; talk to him like a person.
“So, in your message you said something about coffee?”
Oh, God, the message.
Kris groans. “Oh, yeah, the message. Look, I’m really not good with machines, or leaving messages, or talking to other human beings, really, so--”
He’d been perfectly serious, so Adam’s laughter startles Kris into realizing what he’d said.
“See?”
Adam laughs harder, and Kris wishes he could teleport himself to wherever Adam is right now, just to be able to hear that sound first-hand and not through a satellite relay.
“Aw, I liked it!”
“Are you kidding?! I sounded insane! And then, I can’t even work the ‘end’ button, I mean, what is that?!”
More incredible sounds from Adam, and now it has Kris chuckling, as well.
“Well, I thought it was sweet.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s totally what I was going for- ‘sweet’. That’s the same thing as ‘coherent’ or ‘in any way informative’. Yeah, good job on the ‘sweet,’ Kris.”
“Hey, you be nice. Don’t make me hafta yell at you for saying mean things about Kris. I like him, and it would make for a very awkward conversation. Besides, it got us talking, didn’t it? Wasn’t that the goal?”
Kris begrudges his words in response, but doesn’t really mean it. “Yeah, I guess. Fine.”
Now, on to business, “Um, so, that coffee thing. How’s that sounding to you?”
“Terrific, actually. You want to meet somewhere?”
Kris tries to keep his excitement out of his voice.
“Yeah, that’d be-- Yeah.”
Kris is glad Adam can’t see him right now, because his blush is just embarrassing.
Adam is glad Kris can’t see him right now, because his grin is just embarrassing.
A mix between ‘cool’, ‘great’, and a wordless hum of happiness makes its way from Adam’s mouth to Kris’ ear, but before Kris has time to process it, Adam’s talking.
“Well, I’m about one flight of stairs and four doors from my place--”
He’d had more to say, and was in the middle of saying it, when Kris involuntarily let out a soft, “Oh.”
This cuts Adam off abruptly, when his brain registers it.
“‘Oh’?”
Kris clears his throat rather ineffectually.
“Um, n- go ahead, no, I was, um--”
“Cuz, there’s a pretty good café a few blocks away, but this is kind of a… sensitive subject, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable talking in public, I just thought inviting you to my place would be a little, ya know, ‘come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly’ or something.”
Adam has the habit of talking through his thought processes, so it’s usually best to wait until he’s done expositing and comes to a solid conclusion.
Kris wants to respond in, well, in any way that isn’t ‘Yay! He’s inviting me to his place!’ or anywhere near that sentiment. Adam’s acknowledgment of it being a ‘sensitive subject’ is the perfect excuse, in Kris’ mind.
“Yeah, it would kind of be- I mean, not that I’m, like, embarrassed or ashamed or whatever. I mean, I am who I am, but there is a bit of an adjustment, I guess, and… Okay, um, yeah. If you don’t mind, that would be awesome, just to go to your place. I don’t want to cause any--”
“No, it’s fine. You can totally come over. That’s, uhm… you’re gonna need directions, right?”
“Yes. U-unless you live at that house--”
“No, that’s my friends’ house. I live a lot closer to campus. Not far from where we met, actually.”
“Oh?”
“There’s that ‘oh’ again.” Adam teases, tossing his keys on the little table by the door and looking around for what needs to be picked up or cleaned before that pretty, southern delicacy shows up.
“Shu’up, man.” Kris chuckles. “I’m on campus, now. Southeast quad. Where do I go?”
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242, 242... Ah! 242.
Kris takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
Adam swipes at his lip gloss one last time, and tries to act casual and not like he’s racing for the door so fast, he’s likely to split himself in two just to try and get there faster. Or break that inconveniently placed lamp- they have got to move that thing one of these days.
Adam takes a deep breath, and opens the door.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
They stand there, taking one another in, long enough that the nosey lady in 249 is peeking out from the three-inch gap her safety chain provides.
“Oh! Um, sorry, come- come on in.”
Both boys figure they’re equally embarrassed and decide to ignore and move on, Adam waving to Ms. 249 with a sharp smile.
“I, uh, I didn’t have time to drop my guitar off at home. I hope that’s, um-- Can I put her somewhere?”
“‘Her’?”
“All guitars are female, didn’t you know?” Kris quirks a grin at Adam, thumb tracing the soft casing.
“Learn something new every day. Here, you can put her by the bar stools. It’s probably the safest place, so we don’t, ya know, sit on her or anything.”
He was only being facetious the first time. It doesn’t take long for Adam to form habits, especially in speech. If only breaking them was as easy.
“Thanks.” And now Kris has nothing to do with his hands. He didn’t think this through very well.
“You want something to drink?” Adam tries to remember all those good hosting rules his mom taught him. Offer a drink, take their coat, wait at least thirty minutes before molesting them on the couch…
“Um, a-a beer, if you have one. Otherwise, water’s fine.”
“Beer? Okay, let’s see.” Adam’s not big on beer. Wine, absolutely. Liquors, totally. Beer? Not so much. “Ah-ha! Josh bought a multi-pack, sampler thing. Come take a look, grab whatever you like.”
Okay, yes, Adam could have phrased that better. Fortunately- or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it- Kris doesn’t seem to have picked up the double entendre.
“‘Josh’- would that be the same ‘Josh’ I met at the party?”
“Good memory. Yeah, he and I share this place. He’s got an all-nighter, though, so don’t worry about him barging in or anything.”
Because not even Brad would be that big of a cockblocker, and Ferras is cool.
“Oh, okay, cuz I don’t want to get in the way, if there’s--”
Adam plops down on the couch and gestures for Kris to join him.
“Nope. It’s just you an’ me an’ the little Sheila there.”
Kris grins and turns his head at Adam like a curious puppy.
“Were you just Australian?”
Adam makes a ‘thinking’ face and sticks his bottom lip out.
“Only for a second.”
This somehow takes all the anxiety out of Kris, and he’s suddenly overcome with a feeling of right. Like, his life has been guiding him to this point, and he can feel it.
That, or there’s something else in this beer besides barley and maple or whatever the heck that’s supposed to be on the label.
“‘An all-nighter’?”
“What?”
“You said Josh had ‘an all-nighter.’ Is he studying?”
Adam chuckles. “Uh, no. No, there were some… prior arrangements made.”
Kris thinks maybe he should be blushing, but doesn’t want to assume anything.
“Arrangements?”
“Yeah. See, the thing about Josh is, he’s kind of… he’s not always exactly himself, but he’s always awesome, so he was invited to a rave a few nights ago, and it just happened to work out really well, timing-wise.”
Oh. Okay, well, that’s okay. It doesn’t mean Adam doesn’t want to do anything; it just wasn’t something he got his roommate out of the house for. That’s fine. Or, it was, until Adam started staring at me like that.
Kris goes to ask, ‘what?’ but doesn’t get past the ‘w’.
“No, I didn’t ban my roommate from the apartment so we could get some alone-time, don’t worry.”
“Okay, did I say that out loud, or did you just read my mind?” Sadly, Kris is almost completely serious. “Cuz sometimes I think things so hard, they come out, and I don’t realize it, but I could probably believe you have some sort of magic powers, if you said so.”
In between laughs, “Oh, my god, you really are the cutest thing alive!”
“I had sex with my girlfriend.”
What?! No, no, no! Oh, you stupid, stupid boy! Way to ruin the mood, Kristopher. Idiot.
Kris hides his face in his hand.
Adam blinks at him a few times, mouth agape, brow wrinkled. “Oh-kay.”
“Sorry. I- sorry.”
“Honey, don’t apologize, that’s just… weird.”
“No, not for that!” Kris lets a small smile form, pushing Adam’s leg with his toes.
Adam grins. “I know. I’m just trying to get you to relax. Seriously, you’re so tense about this. It’s self-discovery, not the Inquisition.”
“I know, I just--” Kris sighs, heavy, hunching over his knees, leaning on his elbows, face in his hands.
Adam gives Kris a minute, then prompts, “So… how was it?”
Kris snorts. “Good. It was… good. Really good, even.”
“You seem upset by this.”
“It was good. And then, I wake up a few hours later, and she’s asleep, and I’m thinking about it, and then I remembered why I was over at her place in the middle of the night in the first place, and I felt… I want to say ‘wrong’ but that’s not quite it. It was… incomplete? Like, I was satisfied or sated or whatever, but I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t content like I thought. Which was around the time the guilt started, and wasn’t that fun?”
“Guilt for what you’d done or what you were feeling?”
“Both? I think? I didn’t do it with the intention of hurting her, or using her, but that’s kind of what I did. I experimented with a human being, and I feel crappy about that, because, now how am I supposed to break up with her? And what if she wants to have sex again?”
“You wouldn’t?”
“You think I should?”
“I’m not answering that, and you know it.”
Kris thinks a moment.
“Kris, if there were no feelings involved, if you weren’t going to hurt anyone or cause any negative feelings or reactions or repercussions, what would you do?”
Adam had to ask himself this exact question years ago, so he knows how difficult it is, and he wishes he could lessen the situation Kris is in, but it’s like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon or a baby bird hatching: it has to be done alone, and outside ‘help’ can actually make things fatally worse.
“It’s okay, Kris. You don’t actually have to do it, but it is something you should think about, because at some point you’ll have to make a choice. It sucks, but there it is. The beauty of the hypothetical is that it can stay that way. Or, you can use it to figure out what you need to do to be happy.”
“Hypothetically, if I knew it wouldn’t hurt anyone or make them feel bad or confused or hate me, what would I do?”
He repeats it to himself, trying to wrap his head around the concept before answering. This is one of those life-changing, nothing-will-ever-be-the-same moments; one of those questions, and it all seems so simple and so impossible at the same time.
Adam doesn’t rush Kris, doesn’t push him, just lets him think and work it out. This is what he’s here for, and if it takes a night of total silence, Adam knows it’ll be worth it. Even if nothing ever happens between them -oh, dear, sweet gods, please don’t let that be the case, because, unf- Adam figures he and Kris will at least be friends, bonded over this, whether he comes out or not.
The thing Adam doesn’t know is that Kris is a very decisive individual. He’s not one for drawing out drama, especially when he’s in control of how long it goes on.
Talking mostly to his legs, Kris says, “If it wouldn’t cause any trouble or anything, I would break up with Katy right now, call my parents and tell them that I think I might prefer men to women- although I’m still not totally clear on the percentages- and then I’d drag you into the bedroom and we’d finish what we started at the party. Several times, if at all possible.”
Kris nods to himself, like, ‘yep, that’s what I’d do.’ Like he didn’t just melt Adam’s brain out his ears. Like he isn’t sitting there being irresistible and gorgeous and saying how he still wants to have sex with Adam, preferably soon and in a multiple-occasion type way. Like it isn’t taking every freaking ounce of Adam’s willpower to stay on his own side of the couch instead of leaving a trail of shredded clothes down the hall and keeping Kris in his room for the foreseeable future.
“Adam?”
Adam tries to refocus his eyes, and put together a brain cell or two. “Hm?”
Kris licks his lips out of nervous habit, and sits up straighter. As he speaks, his hand reaches out almost imperceptibly slowly toward Adam.
“That list. It’s, um, it’s not necessarily in order.”
It takes Adam a healthy minute to find Kris’ eyes and work out what he’s saying, but when he feels Kris’ hand touch the back of his, the molasses-moving world speeds up and spins around like he’s on a rollercoaster.
“There are feelings, and it is going to be pretty awful, but there’s nothing I can do about that, and to keep lying to everyone, including myself, feels even more wrong. So, I figure I should start with the one thing I have no doubts about.”
It doesn’t happen often, especially not in the last few years, but Adam is actually, honest-to-the-gods frozen in shock.
Kris starts to worry that he’s read the situation totally wrong, and he’s about to be kicked out or, worse, ‘let down gently.’
Adam looks from his hand to Kris and back a number of times, before Kris says in a sad, but ridiculously adorable, shaky voice, “If- if you aren’t interested in that, anymore, I, um, I understand.”
He starts to say more, pulling his hand back, but Adam finally wakes up, grips the retreating fingers, and pulls, meeting Kris half-way, holding his head while he gets his balance, but not waiting to crush their mouths together, because there has certainly been enough of that.
Several minutes of hot, wet noises being absorbed into the walls, air being considered of less-than-secondary importance, the debauched pair sits gasping, clinging to each other, dizzy and slightly overwhelmed.
“So, should I take it that you’re still interested, then?”
Adam feels he needs to make it clear, “I wasn’t- wasn’t going to rush you. Didn’t want you to feel--”
“I’m good. Trust me. I’m- I’m totally good.”
And with that, Kris proves his words by tugging on Adam’s shirt until they’re both standing.
“Which room is yours?”
Adam doesn’t hide his surprise at Kris’ forwardness, or how completely turned on all of this is making him.
Taking Kris’ hips in his hands, Adam bends down and kisses the breath out of both of them. He takes one step backward.
“You’re absolutely sure?” This is Adam’s final confirmation. Unless Kris says otherwise, Adam will from now on assume Kris is one hundred percent good to go.
“Completely.” Kris pants out, honesty and lust painting his eyes warring colors of milk and dark chocolate.
Adam nods, takes Kris’ hand, and leads him down the hallway to his room.
From inside his room, facing the doorway, Adam’s gaze rakes over Kris like steel over smoldering coals. He licks his lips.
“What?” Kris asks on an inhale, nervous and excited and so turned on, he thinks he might shake out of his skin.
A wicked, filthy smirk drags Adam’s lips upward and makes his eyes heavy-lidded.
“I’m just thinking of all the ways I’m gonna make you come.”
Oh.
The jolt from his dick makes Kris shove the heel of his palm down hard on it, bending over a little.
That smirk makes a noise, “Ohh, that’s right. You like that- the words. Hmm… well, doesn’t that give me another half-dozen ideas…”
Half-dozen?
Kris visibly swallows, but his eyes dilate even more, betraying him.
In a dark, commanding, black licorice voice, “Come here.”
Kris is a quarter inch from pressed flat against him in a split second. His face eagerly searches Adam’s, waiting like a pet that’s desperate to please. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.
In a similarly dark tone, but quieter, promising, Adam tells Kris, “One of these days, we’re gonna do that exact thing again, and when I call you over to me, I’m gonna tell you to get on your knees and suck me. And you’re gonna thank me.”
At this point, Kris’ mouth is pretty much permanently gaping.
“Do you believe me?”
Kris nods, quick and sincere, his gaze being drawn helplessly down to Adam’s dick, straining mightily against the denim and zipper covering it.
He doesn’t even realize what he was doing until Adam grips him by the shoulders, holding him upright.
“I said ‘one of these days,’ not ‘today.’ There’s way too much I want to do to you right now, and besides, it’s your first time. Sucking cock is something we’ll dedicate hours to, just teaching that pretty mouth of yours how to take me in. Tonight,” Adam wraps his arms around Kris, leaning down so they’re touching foreheads and noses. “Tonight is all about you.”
“Me?” Kris thinks he choked out.
Adam nods, rocking his face against Kris’ and kissing him soft and sweet.
“I’m gonna show you just how good you can feel.”
Kris shivers all over in Adam’s hold, and pushes himself up to wrap his tongue around Adam’s.
Discarded shirts, shoes, socks, and one pair of pants that was thrown against the door to close it, litter the bedroom.
Kris blushes, but laughs at himself when he trips into Adam’s arms while trying to step out of his own jeans. Adam catches him easily, and holds in his laughter until he’s sure it won’t embarrass Kris.
“I’m just the epitome of grace, aren’t I?”
Adam chuckles, then makes Kris forget all about his literal misstep with his tongue and teeth on Kris’ ear.
When Kris pulls himself closer and ruts his hips against Adam’s, Adam muffs into Kris’ neck and guides him backwards to the bed.
A murmured, “Get comfy” and a nudge sets Kris bouncing onto the edge of the mattress, and then scooting backwards toward the head of Adam’s bed.
He feels a little silly, sitting in the middle of someone else’s bed, in his underwear, hard-on stretching out the fabric, just waiting there. It reminds him of Lilly Tomlin in that giant chair in her comedy skit.
Kris has no idea what to do with his hands. Or his feet, for that matter. He’s getting disturbingly awkward, and what the heck is Adam doing, anyway?
Adam turns off his phone, snags a towel, places the baby wipes next to it on the floor beside the bed, and puts the lube and a condom in a convenient place nearby.
Standing on the far side of the bed, Adam smiles down at Kris, effectively easing his discomfort. He slides into a sitting position beside Kris, facing him, placing a tender kiss on his lips before pulling away to just look at him for a minute.
“You really are stunning.” Adam confides honestly.
Again, Kris has trouble accepting the compliment.
“Coming from you, I- I don’t even know what to think.”
Smiling, heart fluttering at the unexpected words, Adam recaptures Kris’ lips, drawing him down, so they’re eventually lying facing each other, limbs and appendages of all kinds entwined.
On his back, Adam rolled on top of him, Kris revels in the sensations being trailed over chest and stomach by talented, clever fingers and an equally hot mouth. So distracted, he almost doesn’t notice until it’s too late…
“I thought you said--”
“I said it’s all about you tonight. I believe I also mentioned something about future dick sucking lessons for you. Don’t worry, Kris, I’m gonna show you everything, all in good time. Just relax and feel, let yourself experience, okay?”
Adam kisses Kris’ inner thigh, and Kris shoves another pillow under his head so he can watch Adam go down on him.
What in his life led up to this moment, so that he could actually be doing this? Watching this amazing man swirl his tongue around the head of his cock, then suck lightly, then trail up the under side of it, and then -oh, god, that’s just--- take half of it in his mouth.
“God, Adam.” Kris whispers, hips bucking, pushing his cock farther into Adam’s mouth.
Adam’s eyes close and he moans, sucking his way down until the head of Kris’ cock hits the back of his throat.
As if he’d just remembered something, Adam pulls back, rests Kris’ cock on his inner cheek, then lifts off, leaving only his lips on the tip. Intermittently, he presses and rubs his thumb along the underside of Kris’ pleasantly tortured dick.
One last suck/kiss to Kris’ cock head, and Adam slinks his way back up.
“I’m sorry, baby, I forgot, my friend has me doing this thing at a club tomorrow night.”
Kris frowns at Adam in confusion. What kind of club work is going to inhibit Adam’s sex life?
“Sometimes I do a show for her.”
Kris can’t hold it in anymore. “‘Show’? What kind of club, exactly?”
There’s a tease in his voice and a sly smirk on his face.
Adam takes a second to understand. When he does, his eyes flash wide, his eyebrows kiss his hairline, and he nearly dissolves into giggles. He’s shaking his head into Kris’ shoulder, unable to explain quite yet.
“No! Oh, my gods, no. Not that kind of club! Do you seriously think I’m a part-time stripper or something?” He finally gets out in between gulps for breath and giggles.
“Well, I don’t know!” Kris is laughing, now, too, those things being contagious as they are.
“No. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, I don’t think. I’ve got a few friends who used to, or still do exotic dance. It’s just not something I’d be into, personally. Maybe in another life.”
Kris looks thoughtful. “That’s good. It’s gonna be interesting enough explaining all this to my friends and family, but telling them I go to what I assume is a gay club,” Adam nods in confirmation. “Right. Going to one to watch my gay Obi-Yoda strip… that might be a bit too much for them.”
Now Adam’s laughs for a whole different reason, “‘Obi-Yoda’?”
“Yoda-Wan?”
“You’re a dork.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“I like it.”
Kris rewards this with a quick kiss, which turns into a longer kiss, which turns into Kris gripping the back of Adam’s neck and hauling him in hard and bruising.
A few minutes later, Adam is half-consciously stroking Kris’ re-hardening dick, after its slight slackening due to all the laughing.
Ripping away from Adam’s relentless oral attack, Kris throws his head back, gasping for air. Adam takes the opportunity to ravage the expanse of neck before him.
“Ad- oh, mmhmm- Ah-Adam.”
Adam hums through his teeth as he scrapes over a larynx.
“Wh- what c- oh, yeah, that’s… yeah- um, what club?”
Adam pauses, having forgotten all about that.
Mournfully, Adam unlatches himself from Kris’ clavicle to respond.
“Cat Club.” That skin is just too tempting, so Adam decides to spare a few licks in between words. “I sing.”
Kris gasps from this revelation as much as from sensation. Gently, he lifts Adam’s head to hold him at eye level.
“Are you serious?” Oxygen is, apparently, in low supply, if Kris’ diction is any gauge.
“Yeah.”
The glazed, somewhat lost stare that greets Kris puts hard-core Monarchs in his stomach.
The heated, ‘nng’-sounding groan and reflexive throbbing of the leaking cock in Adam’s hand finishes the talking portion of this moment for him.
Kris closes his eyes against the assault of his own body’s reaction.
Road kill. Cleaning Nana’s false teeth. Katy walking in right now.
That last one doesn’t work quite as intended, and Kris has to wrap his hand around Adam’s over his dick to keep from coming.
Well, isn’t that just fantastically twisted? What is the matter with you, Allen?
Adam grins. “You okay?”
God, that voice.
“Tighter.” Kris barely gasps out.
Adam squeezes a little more, and Kris roughly runs his hand up Adam’s arm, gripping his shoulder, nails digging in slightly.
When he finally reopens his eyes, Adam can’t find a trace of brown in them.
Breathlessly, “Oh, Kris, baby.” And he captures that sweet, swollen mouth beneath him, Kris moaning up into it.
Holding Kris’ cock flat against his stomach with his palm, Adam pushes a fingertip onto the leaking slit on the top. He licks around, then over his finger, roughly tonguing the sides of the head, savoring Kris’ cry as much as his taste.
“Adam, please, please.” Kris pets at Adam’s hair blindly, begging with his whole soul, but still not entirely sure how to get what he wants.
Leaving his hand in place, Adam moves up, kissing Kris’ face.
“Shh, baby, shh. You’re alright.” He reassures, soothing.
He swipes that finger across Kris’ cock head, smearing pre-come over it, coating his finger. Unable to resist, Adam curls back down to suck his finger clean, tonguing the slit in the process.
“Oh, my God, Adam!” Kris moans so loudly it could qualify as a shout, arching his back with his hips still pinned to the bed, face scrunched in exquisite pain. He feels like sobbing. He thinks he might actually be dying.
Adam hovers over Kris’ face.
“Kris. Kris, I need you to look at me a minute.”
When Kris finally complies, “I need to know what you want me to do.”
At that, Kris’ face makes the most comical expression. It says, ‘what do you mean? I think it’s all pretty obvious and self-explanatory!’
After a few lost attempts at words, Adam smiles, “Do you want to come like this, or do you want to wait to come until I’m inside you?”
A flush takes Kris over, and he zones out for a moment. What is his life, that he’s actually being faced with this choice?
“Unless you don’t feel ready for that, yet, in which case we’ve got plenty of other options. Don’t worry about that, okay?”
Before Adam’s even done talking, Kris is both shaking and nodding his head, scrabbling at Adam, anywhere he can reach.
“No, yes, I- yes, I’m- I-I want that, I’m- yes, please. I- I want you; want you to- in- be inside, yes, please. Will you? Ca- can you?”
Kris hooks one leg from the knee down over the closest one of Adam’s.
Adam’s eyes close and he lets out a long, quiet breath. Apparently, words can do it for him, too.
Once he’s composed himself, “Yeah, honey, I think that’s something I can manage.”
A fun but somewhat wicked idea comes to Adam. He opens his eyes.
“I know what we’re gonna do.”
Kris’ eyes go wide. “Uhm, o-okay.”
Smirking, Adam strokes Kris slowly, each pass trailing further down his balls and behind.
Kris starts rocking into the motion, getting swept away by it, little noises escaping.
Without warning, Adam uses his other hand to take over, speeding up his pace and adding a twist to it. Kris starts moaning with the rhythm.
When Adam feels he’s close, he ducks his head, keeping steady his pumping and twisting, and sucks on the head hard.
Just as Kris is about to release, letting out a long crescendo of a groan, Adam presses right behind Kris’ balls.
Kris gasps and writhes like a fish out of water.
“Wh- How did--”
A smug, self-satisfied smirk tugs on all the corners of Adam’s face.
“Just a little trick I picked up over the years. Neat, huh?”
Kris continues to stare down at his dick.
“But, I--”
“It lets you peak without letting you come. Brilliant.”
“Yeah, brilliant.” Kris repeats, dazed from his orgasm, but slightly concerned about the fact that he’s still hard.
“Don’t worry. I told you I’d take care of you. Trust me.”
“I do.”
“Good. So, you think you’re ready for the next step?”
Kris nods, flopping his hand around behind him until he makes contact with the tube under the pillow, and hands it to Adam. He even spreads his legs a bit in anticipation, one knee restless to lift off the bed.
Adam’s eyebrows rise appreciatively. “Oh. I guess so.” And he gives Kris a warm smile.
“Please.” Kris murmurs, not totally aware of his doing so, and making Adam shiver in the process.
Warming the slickness as much as he can, Adam nudges Kris’ legs farther apart, Kris’ left leg automatically bending and rising. Adam rubs between Kris’ hole and behind his balls, back and forth, caressing patches of thigh with his lips.
Pressing on- but not into- Kris’ hole, makes Kris whine and rock downward, trying to force more friction.
Adam has to fight himself not to shove Kris over and rim him senseless.
He really does have to be careful, because this show he’s doing is important to Alisan, and he will not let her down by spraining his tongue like he did that one time when he got a little too enthusiastic.
There is an excellent chance Adam would get carried away, what with all the encouragement he’s getting from Kris.
Besides, it’s not like this is the only time he’ll have Kris laid out like this. Oh, no, if Adam has any say whatsoever, this is going to be a regular occurrence for them.
He settles for blowing softly over the sensitive skin, while giving in to Kris’ silent pleadings and slipping a finger into the tight ring up to a knuckle.
Kris gasps hard and starts a low rhetoric of babblings, words of which Adam isn’t entirely certain Kris is in control.
“This- was gonna- s-so busy, didn’t--”
Adam tries to calm Kris with, “Shh,” but that only makes him get louder.
Kris thrashes a tiny bit, grinding down, forcing more of Adam’s finger inside himself, and then breathing in sharp and deep at the sensation.
“No, I-I was. I was gonna, so it would be easier, but--”
The meaning hits Adam. “You were-- Do you mean you thought about stretching yourself open?”
Oh, please, please, sweet pantheon, be what he means.
Kris nods, brow furrowing momentarily as he adjusts to Adam’s second finger.
A whimper escapes parted lips and reverberates on taut abdominal skin where they’re pressed.
The little giggle that Kris gives makes Adam look up, confused.
“Tickled.” He says, by way of explanation.
Adam smiles back, deliberately humming now, using the distraction to work both fingers all the way into Kris and twist them around.
Kris’ mouth goes slack, his neck arching.
“Yes, that. Do that, that’s good.”
Adam doesn’t try to squash the grin forming. He’s had some vocal lovers, but none have been adorable at the same time.
“Good?” Adam confirms.
There’s quite a bit of nodding on Kris’ part, before he peeks at Adam.
“M-more?” He questions, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to make requests.
“More- another finger?”
Kris smiles bashfully, agreeing.
“Of course, baby.” Adam says, complying, watching Kris’ face.
There’s some discomfort shown, but with a hand low on Kris’ belly and fingers curling in and upward, the double stimulation of Kris’ prostate replaces any unpleasantness.
“You tell me what you want, and I’ll make sure you get what you need, okay? Don’t be shy.”
Kris glances down at their situation and the placement of certain parts belonging to Adam and gives him a look.
“How, exactly, do I get less shy than right now?”
Adam grins dark and dirty.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. But you will.”
The promise in his voice sends Kris writhing down harder, Adam’s fingers shoving in up to the third knuckle.
Kris pants, “Want this. Want this now. Please, Adam.” And he continues forcing Adam’s hand to pump in and out of him almost recklessly.
Adam wants to see that face one more time, because he’s pretty sure once he’s inside Kris, he’s going to be far too gone to focus, and that truly is a sight to see.
“Kris.” It’s a tone Adam doesn’t use often, hasn’t ever with Kris, but the effect is instantaneous.
Going dead still, Kris stares wide-eyed up at Adam, as if waiting for instruction.
Adam obliges.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully.”
Kris nods, intense. Adam smiles, leans down and kisses Kris sweetly.
“You have no idea how amazing you feel. To know that no one’s ever touched you like this, has never felt how hot and tight and gorgeous you are- god, it makes me so hard it hurts, just thinking about it. This is going to be incredible. I’m going to slide inside you, fill you up, and you’re going to love it. Absolutely love it. I’ll go slow, at first, get you used to me, used to my cock so deep inside you, but then. Oh, then.”
Adam goes from the smooth glide of his fingers to faster thrusts, watching Kris fall apart with awe and fascination.
“Do you want me to tell you what’s going to happen next?”
Kris doesn’t respond, can’t respond.
“Kris?”
“Yes. Yes, tell- tell me. Please, Adam, don’t stop. Don’t stop talking, please.”
That seals it. I’m keeping this one. Mine.
In harmony with his thoughts, “I’m going to make you mine. Possess you. You won’t be able to tell where you and I end or begin. I’m not letting you go, Kris. Maybe I’m only supposed to show you the way, but now that we’re here, now that I’ve got you under me, around me, I can’t let you go. I’m going to claim you, Kris. Mark you. I’m going to fill you up, make you know, and then I’m going to show everyone else- you’re mine.”
At this point, Kris is arching and matching Adam’s fingers thrust for thrust, a keening noise rising from the back of his throat. Adam wasn’t sure how Kris would react to hearing how involved Adam is, now, but Kris puts his fears to rest.
“Yes, Adam. Yours. Yours, all you- yes. Show it. Show me. Yours.” That was the most coherent of Kris’ babblings, but Adam figures he understands.
“Yes. Mine, Kris. Mine. Come on, baby, let go. Let go for me.”
Kris screams. The sound breaks in the middle, and Adam presses his own hips down hard to keep from coming.
Before Kris is done with his aftershocks, Adam has put on a condom one-handed, and is positioning himself between Kris’ legs.
“You- you did it again, you--”
Adam kisses Kris before he can call him whatever unflattering name was about to come out of his pretty mouth.
“Shh, I know. I couldn’t help it. This time, though. This time you’re gonna come, and you’re gonna see how worth it the wait is.”
That seems to placate the man who has peaked twice in the last ten minutes or so, and still hasn’t come. It’s kind of freaking him out, honestly, but Kris trusts Adam implicitly.
“Alright.” Adam, fully situated now, removes his fingers, much to Kris’ dismay and discontent.
A pitiful, “No-o” escapes, but Adam is quick to lick it away.
“Now, Adam?” Kris begs, breathless.
“Yes, baby. Now.”
Adam lifts Kris’ hips slightly to steady them both, and pushes until the thick, aching head of his cock is inside the sweet, tight body beneath him.
Unable to support his own head, Adam lets it flop down onto Kris’ collarbone.
“Oh, god, oh, Kris, Christ--”
Kris places his hand on the back of Adam’s head, near his neck in a sort of petting gesture, hoping to soothe the man who sounds on the brink of tears.
“Adam,” Kris whispers, because he feels like maybe it’s a whispering moment, since Adam is, and all. “Shh, Adam. Are you okay?”
Adam struggles to hold still, even though his laughter is jostling them both.
“Oh, Kris.” He chuckles, normal volume back. “Kris I am so much more than okay, it’s terrifying.”
Kris smiles widely at that, his mouth opening with a soft gasp when Adam takes the time to bite at Kris’ pectoral muscle.
From its place on the back of Adam’s head, Kris slides his hand down, down that smooth, warm skin, lower until he reaches as far as he can, and puts pressure on Adam’s lower back.
“More now.”
It’s almost a polite request, but the tugging on Adam’s back belies the small command behind it.
“Anything you want.” And Adam pushes in another inch, only to be surprised by Kris angling so even more of Adam enters him.
“Want it all, Adam. Want all of you.”
Adam thinks Kris may actually be trying to murder him.
Best death ever.
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“Did you mean it?”
Kris’ voice is small, unsure, like a child trying to be brave.
Adam sighs, long and satisfied, stretching his arms out above and beside him.
With a goofy grin and dazed, loopy eyes, he drawls out, “Mmm… mean what?”
It’s better than any high he’s ever felt. This is the equivalent of a standing ovation after singing his heart out.
“That you wanted-- I mean, did you just mean you wanted me right now, for this, or something else?”
He’s trying to be as neutral as he can about this, but Kris thinks his heart might make an audible sound when it breaks if Adam was only saying he wanted to make Kris his, physically.
The dopey expression only sobers the slightest bit, one hand flapping at the wrist, beckoning Kris to him.
Without any malice or ill intent, Adam asks Kris the same question, genuinely wondering, now. If all Kris was hoping for with Adam was a guide in the wild jungles of gayness, there’s a potential for a serious problem.
“Do you want me for something more than this?”
Kris isn’t sure how to answer, so he shuts his brain the rest of the way off, and goes with whatever his gut and heart and mouth conspire to say.
“Everything.”
“Everything being…?”
He’s about to lay it all out there, so Kris sits up, facing Adam but not looking him in the eyes. A deep breath, and Kris opens up.
“I don’t know what I thought this was when we first started, but when you said you wanted to claim me, to make me yours, I knew then. I want this. I want the whole,” Kris flails his arm around briefly. “Dating, friends, sex, Sunday crossword puzzles and coffee, relationship… thing.”
Finally braving contact, Kris finishes, determinedly but wary and with an almost undetectable trace of legitimate fear -because he thinks pleading and begging would be the last things he could ever possibly want to do at this moment in his life-, “I want everything.”
The longest pause in the history of time later, Kris adds, “What do you want? And don’t you dare lie to me.”
Adam’s face goes from ridiculous and blissed-out to confused to doofy to brilliant (and doofy).
Reaching out for Kris with both arms, Adam chuckles, happiness clear in his voice.
“Come here, you freakishly adorable, wonderfully weird little man. Come here and kiss me.”
Kris obliges him, not entirely certain what’s happening, but thinking he might be really happy in about ten seconds.
“You, my sweet, strange fellow, have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m a flowers-for-no-reason, cards-on-the-pillow, stupid-pictures-in-photo-booths, drag-you-home-in-the-middle-of-the-day-because-I-can’t-wait-to-make-love-to-you kind of guy. I have the feeling I could fall for you hard and fast, so if you aren’t prepared for that, tell me now. However, if you think you maybe would be okay with that, then lay down here and give me cuddles, because I’m that kind of guy, too.”
Yep. He was right. Seriously, totally, absolutely ecstatic about life in general.
Wriggling himself into a comfortable position, Kris lets out a huge sigh of utter contentment. Adam presses his lips to Kris’ hair, mumbling endearments into it sleepily.
As he slips into unconsciousness, Kris vaguely notices his fingers autonomously playing chords to the song Adam uses to whisper-hum himself to sleep.
The third installment:: Take It Like A Man
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kradam, Kraty (briefly)
Word Count: 8,119(ish)
Note: This is the sequel to " Liar" which you really should read before this, because you'll be considerably confused otherwise. :) pyrosgf beta'd this & is fantastic and you should give her a surprise party or something. Except, maybe not now, since I totally blew the surprise. Anyway. The title is taken from another Dragonette song of the same name. (Download "Pick Up The Phone" and "Liar")
“Katy?” Kris bangs on her door again. “Katy, it’s me, open up.”
“Kris?” A bleary-eyed blonde fumbles the door open. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Kris doesn’t reply. Words are not why he’s here.
Taking her by the face, Kris maneuvers them inside, closing the door with his foot and pulling Katy to him, kissing her with as much passion as he can muster.
Finally breaking for breath, Katy pants out, “What is this all about?”
“Tired of waiting. There isn’t gonna be a perfect time for this, so I decided we were just gonna make time.”
“And the middle of the night…?”
“If you don’t want--”
“Hey, no, no! I want. I- I definitely want. I’m just curious. This is so unlike you.”
Yeah, Kris is full of ‘unlike’ himself lately.
“Is that okay?”
Katy smirks, pulling Kris down the hallway and into her bedroom.
“Oh, I’ll say.”
-----
So, it was good. Great, actually. And Kris definitely needed a release after…
And that’s when he remembers.
Those eyes. Those hands. That mouth.
Adam.
Suddenly, ‘great’ doesn’t seem to cut it anymore. Not when ‘brain-dead’ and ‘burning alive’ are possibilities.
Kris wishes he didn’t have class today, because he could sure use an afternoon of sleep before he calls Adam. Which he is absolutely doing tonight, without question.
-----
A tall, curly-haired guy waves at Kris outside the auditorium where Kris’ class is held.
“Hey, dude! How’s my little buddy?”
“Call me that again, Giraud, and we’ll find out how well you can play the piano with only one functioning hand.”
“Fair enough. So, what’re your plans for tonight?”
Having sex with an alien. What about you?
“Nothin’ much. What’re you up to?”
“Got a gig over at that one place where the chick with the tattoo sleeve works. Remember her? Man, she’s fine.”
“Yeah, very nice. Wasn’t she the one with the boyfriend who almost killed you?”
“Oh, please. I could’a taken him. I have Physics with that dude. He‘s all brain, man.”
“And you’ve got delicate hands. Seems like it’d be quite the brawl.”
“Shut up. See, now you’re not invited.”
“Did I want to be?”
“Of course! You love watching me play, being one of my minions, trolling the groupies for the hottest girls to send my way. Remember?”
“Yeah, that’s right, I remember. So, yeah, no, then. Good thing I’ve already got plans.”
“I thought you said you weren’t doing anything.”
“I said nothing much. And, no, I’m not telling you any more.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll get my own groupies this time. You have fun with your mystery plans, man, I gotta get to Taylor’s class before I‘m late ‘one more time and get my butt kicked out.’ Later, dude.”
“See ya. Have fun tonight, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
“Thanks, Kris.”
-----
Kris crashes on his couch, stack of papers glaring back at him from their place on the coffee table.
Guess I won’t be calling Adam tonight.
He resolves to work his tail off, because tomorrow there will be no power on this earth that will stand as an obstacle to his getting some… tail. Kris grimaces at his bad pun, sighs heavily, and gets to work.
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The next day, Kris’ first class starts at 11AM, and Kris can’t concentrate worth crap the entire time. There’s a fifteen minute break in between lectures, so Kris figures he has the perfect excuse to be quick, avoiding those awful, awkward silences.
He finds Adam’s number in his phone and hits ‘send’ before he can change his mind.
Ring. Ring.
Kris taps his forefinger lightly on the table in the low-traffic side room.
Ring. Ring.
Oh, God. Voice mail.
Kris’ ears echo the ringing, and it isn’t until the over-loud beep! indicating it’s his turn to say something, that Kris remembers what he’s doing.
He kind of wishes he’d been paying attention to whatever Adam said in his voice message, if only because it’s always been a curiosity of his, what people choose to say on those things.
“Hey, Adam, it’s, um, it’s Kris. Allen. From- from the party the other night?”
Kris hadn’t intended it to be phrased as a question, but he’s so nervous, he’s just glad his voice hasn’t cracked. He clears his throat.
“Listen, um, I- I did what, um-- I’ve thought about it, a lot, and, um,” Kris breathes. Why is he so nervous?
“Well, if you were serious the other night, a-and you aren’t busy, I was hoping-- I mean, I, um, I thought maybe we could, um, talk. I-I-I get it, if you’re busy, or, ya know, whatever, I was just, um… So, yeah, uh, gimme a call back and maybe we can go get some coffee or something.”
Kris goes to hang up, but remembers just in time, “Oh! I did want to say ‘thank you’. I think… I think meeting you was kind of one of those really important things that happen in life, for me. I don’t know that I would have-- Anyway, sorry. Just, um, thank you, and I guess I’ll talk to you later. Maybe. Um. Okay, bye.”
Kris heaves out a sigh, pushing the button and laying his phone on the table in front of him.
Raking his fingers through his hair, Kris rests on his elbows. “Way to loser it up, Allen. God, he’s gonna think you’re such a--”
Wait. What’s that little clock counting?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
“Oh, my God. Nnn- Oh, sh--”
Beep!
“To save this message, press 7.”
The ‘7’ button beeps when it’s pressed by a painted thumbnail.
Now if only Adam could get the stupid grin off of his face before any of his friends see him, that’d be excellent.
----
Kris’ phone buzzes right as class is dismissed.
‘1 New Text Message’
‘You busy? Can you talk?’
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Kris realizes he’s clutching his phone, doing a little hopping movement with his feet like an over-zealous high school girl, but is managing to keep the high-pitched squealing inside. Barely.
Deciding to respond by calling, Kris is on the beginning of the second ring before he remembers who is about to be on the other end of the line and what the possibilities for tonight are, and the world spins a little funny and gets cloudy, making him pause by a planter box lining the sidewalk.
“Hello?”
This would be where you talk, Kristopher.
“Um, hey, hi, it’s Kris.”
He’s about to continue identifying himself, but Adam interrupts, sounding happy to hear from him, which is awesome, because Kris was worried Adam had forgotten about him completely. He wouldn’t blame Adam if he had, at least.
“Kris, hi! Wow, that was fast.”
Kris isn’t sure if he means the reply, or Kris’ decision-making.
“Yeah, class just let out when you texted me.”
“Oh? What class?”
And Adam actually sounds interested in the answer, which is kind of a surprise for Kris, honestly. What about Kris could possibly interest this sparkly alien being?
“Compositions.”
“Music?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“You play music?”
Adam sounds strange, but Kris can’t put together why.
“A little, yeah. Guitar and piano, mostly. And I sing a little, too.” He doesn’t want to come off like he’s bragging or anything.
There’s quiet on the other end of the phone, and Kris is immediately worried. He’s about to say something, but Adam mumbles something that sounds like ‘of course you do’ before talking more clearly into the mouthpiece.
“That’s really cool. You’ll have to play something for me sometime.”
“Yeah, that would be, um- I could do that.”
Don’t pass out. You’ll need to breathe to accomplish this task. He’s just a person; talk to him like a person.
“So, in your message you said something about coffee?”
Oh, God, the message.
Kris groans. “Oh, yeah, the message. Look, I’m really not good with machines, or leaving messages, or talking to other human beings, really, so--”
He’d been perfectly serious, so Adam’s laughter startles Kris into realizing what he’d said.
“See?”
Adam laughs harder, and Kris wishes he could teleport himself to wherever Adam is right now, just to be able to hear that sound first-hand and not through a satellite relay.
“Aw, I liked it!”
“Are you kidding?! I sounded insane! And then, I can’t even work the ‘end’ button, I mean, what is that?!”
More incredible sounds from Adam, and now it has Kris chuckling, as well.
“Well, I thought it was sweet.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s totally what I was going for- ‘sweet’. That’s the same thing as ‘coherent’ or ‘in any way informative’. Yeah, good job on the ‘sweet,’ Kris.”
“Hey, you be nice. Don’t make me hafta yell at you for saying mean things about Kris. I like him, and it would make for a very awkward conversation. Besides, it got us talking, didn’t it? Wasn’t that the goal?”
Kris begrudges his words in response, but doesn’t really mean it. “Yeah, I guess. Fine.”
Now, on to business, “Um, so, that coffee thing. How’s that sounding to you?”
“Terrific, actually. You want to meet somewhere?”
Kris tries to keep his excitement out of his voice.
“Yeah, that’d be-- Yeah.”
Kris is glad Adam can’t see him right now, because his blush is just embarrassing.
Adam is glad Kris can’t see him right now, because his grin is just embarrassing.
A mix between ‘cool’, ‘great’, and a wordless hum of happiness makes its way from Adam’s mouth to Kris’ ear, but before Kris has time to process it, Adam’s talking.
“Well, I’m about one flight of stairs and four doors from my place--”
He’d had more to say, and was in the middle of saying it, when Kris involuntarily let out a soft, “Oh.”
This cuts Adam off abruptly, when his brain registers it.
“‘Oh’?”
Kris clears his throat rather ineffectually.
“Um, n- go ahead, no, I was, um--”
“Cuz, there’s a pretty good café a few blocks away, but this is kind of a… sensitive subject, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable talking in public, I just thought inviting you to my place would be a little, ya know, ‘come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly’ or something.”
Adam has the habit of talking through his thought processes, so it’s usually best to wait until he’s done expositing and comes to a solid conclusion.
Kris wants to respond in, well, in any way that isn’t ‘Yay! He’s inviting me to his place!’ or anywhere near that sentiment. Adam’s acknowledgment of it being a ‘sensitive subject’ is the perfect excuse, in Kris’ mind.
“Yeah, it would kind of be- I mean, not that I’m, like, embarrassed or ashamed or whatever. I mean, I am who I am, but there is a bit of an adjustment, I guess, and… Okay, um, yeah. If you don’t mind, that would be awesome, just to go to your place. I don’t want to cause any--”
“No, it’s fine. You can totally come over. That’s, uhm… you’re gonna need directions, right?”
“Yes. U-unless you live at that house--”
“No, that’s my friends’ house. I live a lot closer to campus. Not far from where we met, actually.”
“Oh?”
“There’s that ‘oh’ again.” Adam teases, tossing his keys on the little table by the door and looking around for what needs to be picked up or cleaned before that pretty, southern delicacy shows up.
“Shu’up, man.” Kris chuckles. “I’m on campus, now. Southeast quad. Where do I go?”
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242, 242... Ah! 242.
Kris takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
Adam swipes at his lip gloss one last time, and tries to act casual and not like he’s racing for the door so fast, he’s likely to split himself in two just to try and get there faster. Or break that inconveniently placed lamp- they have got to move that thing one of these days.
Adam takes a deep breath, and opens the door.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
They stand there, taking one another in, long enough that the nosey lady in 249 is peeking out from the three-inch gap her safety chain provides.
“Oh! Um, sorry, come- come on in.”
Both boys figure they’re equally embarrassed and decide to ignore and move on, Adam waving to Ms. 249 with a sharp smile.
“I, uh, I didn’t have time to drop my guitar off at home. I hope that’s, um-- Can I put her somewhere?”
“‘Her’?”
“All guitars are female, didn’t you know?” Kris quirks a grin at Adam, thumb tracing the soft casing.
“Learn something new every day. Here, you can put her by the bar stools. It’s probably the safest place, so we don’t, ya know, sit on her or anything.”
He was only being facetious the first time. It doesn’t take long for Adam to form habits, especially in speech. If only breaking them was as easy.
“Thanks.” And now Kris has nothing to do with his hands. He didn’t think this through very well.
“You want something to drink?” Adam tries to remember all those good hosting rules his mom taught him. Offer a drink, take their coat, wait at least thirty minutes before molesting them on the couch…
“Um, a-a beer, if you have one. Otherwise, water’s fine.”
“Beer? Okay, let’s see.” Adam’s not big on beer. Wine, absolutely. Liquors, totally. Beer? Not so much. “Ah-ha! Josh bought a multi-pack, sampler thing. Come take a look, grab whatever you like.”
Okay, yes, Adam could have phrased that better. Fortunately- or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it- Kris doesn’t seem to have picked up the double entendre.
“‘Josh’- would that be the same ‘Josh’ I met at the party?”
“Good memory. Yeah, he and I share this place. He’s got an all-nighter, though, so don’t worry about him barging in or anything.”
Because not even Brad would be that big of a cockblocker, and Ferras is cool.
“Oh, okay, cuz I don’t want to get in the way, if there’s--”
Adam plops down on the couch and gestures for Kris to join him.
“Nope. It’s just you an’ me an’ the little Sheila there.”
Kris grins and turns his head at Adam like a curious puppy.
“Were you just Australian?”
Adam makes a ‘thinking’ face and sticks his bottom lip out.
“Only for a second.”
This somehow takes all the anxiety out of Kris, and he’s suddenly overcome with a feeling of right. Like, his life has been guiding him to this point, and he can feel it.
That, or there’s something else in this beer besides barley and maple or whatever the heck that’s supposed to be on the label.
“‘An all-nighter’?”
“What?”
“You said Josh had ‘an all-nighter.’ Is he studying?”
Adam chuckles. “Uh, no. No, there were some… prior arrangements made.”
Kris thinks maybe he should be blushing, but doesn’t want to assume anything.
“Arrangements?”
“Yeah. See, the thing about Josh is, he’s kind of… he’s not always exactly himself, but he’s always awesome, so he was invited to a rave a few nights ago, and it just happened to work out really well, timing-wise.”
Oh. Okay, well, that’s okay. It doesn’t mean Adam doesn’t want to do anything; it just wasn’t something he got his roommate out of the house for. That’s fine. Or, it was, until Adam started staring at me like that.
Kris goes to ask, ‘what?’ but doesn’t get past the ‘w’.
“No, I didn’t ban my roommate from the apartment so we could get some alone-time, don’t worry.”
“Okay, did I say that out loud, or did you just read my mind?” Sadly, Kris is almost completely serious. “Cuz sometimes I think things so hard, they come out, and I don’t realize it, but I could probably believe you have some sort of magic powers, if you said so.”
In between laughs, “Oh, my god, you really are the cutest thing alive!”
“I had sex with my girlfriend.”
What?! No, no, no! Oh, you stupid, stupid boy! Way to ruin the mood, Kristopher. Idiot.
Kris hides his face in his hand.
Adam blinks at him a few times, mouth agape, brow wrinkled. “Oh-kay.”
“Sorry. I- sorry.”
“Honey, don’t apologize, that’s just… weird.”
“No, not for that!” Kris lets a small smile form, pushing Adam’s leg with his toes.
Adam grins. “I know. I’m just trying to get you to relax. Seriously, you’re so tense about this. It’s self-discovery, not the Inquisition.”
“I know, I just--” Kris sighs, heavy, hunching over his knees, leaning on his elbows, face in his hands.
Adam gives Kris a minute, then prompts, “So… how was it?”
Kris snorts. “Good. It was… good. Really good, even.”
“You seem upset by this.”
“It was good. And then, I wake up a few hours later, and she’s asleep, and I’m thinking about it, and then I remembered why I was over at her place in the middle of the night in the first place, and I felt… I want to say ‘wrong’ but that’s not quite it. It was… incomplete? Like, I was satisfied or sated or whatever, but I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t content like I thought. Which was around the time the guilt started, and wasn’t that fun?”
“Guilt for what you’d done or what you were feeling?”
“Both? I think? I didn’t do it with the intention of hurting her, or using her, but that’s kind of what I did. I experimented with a human being, and I feel crappy about that, because, now how am I supposed to break up with her? And what if she wants to have sex again?”
“You wouldn’t?”
“You think I should?”
“I’m not answering that, and you know it.”
Kris thinks a moment.
“Kris, if there were no feelings involved, if you weren’t going to hurt anyone or cause any negative feelings or reactions or repercussions, what would you do?”
Adam had to ask himself this exact question years ago, so he knows how difficult it is, and he wishes he could lessen the situation Kris is in, but it’s like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon or a baby bird hatching: it has to be done alone, and outside ‘help’ can actually make things fatally worse.
“It’s okay, Kris. You don’t actually have to do it, but it is something you should think about, because at some point you’ll have to make a choice. It sucks, but there it is. The beauty of the hypothetical is that it can stay that way. Or, you can use it to figure out what you need to do to be happy.”
“Hypothetically, if I knew it wouldn’t hurt anyone or make them feel bad or confused or hate me, what would I do?”
He repeats it to himself, trying to wrap his head around the concept before answering. This is one of those life-changing, nothing-will-ever-be-the-same moments; one of those questions, and it all seems so simple and so impossible at the same time.
Adam doesn’t rush Kris, doesn’t push him, just lets him think and work it out. This is what he’s here for, and if it takes a night of total silence, Adam knows it’ll be worth it. Even if nothing ever happens between them -oh, dear, sweet gods, please don’t let that be the case, because, unf- Adam figures he and Kris will at least be friends, bonded over this, whether he comes out or not.
The thing Adam doesn’t know is that Kris is a very decisive individual. He’s not one for drawing out drama, especially when he’s in control of how long it goes on.
Talking mostly to his legs, Kris says, “If it wouldn’t cause any trouble or anything, I would break up with Katy right now, call my parents and tell them that I think I might prefer men to women- although I’m still not totally clear on the percentages- and then I’d drag you into the bedroom and we’d finish what we started at the party. Several times, if at all possible.”
Kris nods to himself, like, ‘yep, that’s what I’d do.’ Like he didn’t just melt Adam’s brain out his ears. Like he isn’t sitting there being irresistible and gorgeous and saying how he still wants to have sex with Adam, preferably soon and in a multiple-occasion type way. Like it isn’t taking every freaking ounce of Adam’s willpower to stay on his own side of the couch instead of leaving a trail of shredded clothes down the hall and keeping Kris in his room for the foreseeable future.
“Adam?”
Adam tries to refocus his eyes, and put together a brain cell or two. “Hm?”
Kris licks his lips out of nervous habit, and sits up straighter. As he speaks, his hand reaches out almost imperceptibly slowly toward Adam.
“That list. It’s, um, it’s not necessarily in order.”
It takes Adam a healthy minute to find Kris’ eyes and work out what he’s saying, but when he feels Kris’ hand touch the back of his, the molasses-moving world speeds up and spins around like he’s on a rollercoaster.
“There are feelings, and it is going to be pretty awful, but there’s nothing I can do about that, and to keep lying to everyone, including myself, feels even more wrong. So, I figure I should start with the one thing I have no doubts about.”
It doesn’t happen often, especially not in the last few years, but Adam is actually, honest-to-the-gods frozen in shock.
Kris starts to worry that he’s read the situation totally wrong, and he’s about to be kicked out or, worse, ‘let down gently.’
Adam looks from his hand to Kris and back a number of times, before Kris says in a sad, but ridiculously adorable, shaky voice, “If- if you aren’t interested in that, anymore, I, um, I understand.”
He starts to say more, pulling his hand back, but Adam finally wakes up, grips the retreating fingers, and pulls, meeting Kris half-way, holding his head while he gets his balance, but not waiting to crush their mouths together, because there has certainly been enough of that.
Several minutes of hot, wet noises being absorbed into the walls, air being considered of less-than-secondary importance, the debauched pair sits gasping, clinging to each other, dizzy and slightly overwhelmed.
“So, should I take it that you’re still interested, then?”
Adam feels he needs to make it clear, “I wasn’t- wasn’t going to rush you. Didn’t want you to feel--”
“I’m good. Trust me. I’m- I’m totally good.”
And with that, Kris proves his words by tugging on Adam’s shirt until they’re both standing.
“Which room is yours?”
Adam doesn’t hide his surprise at Kris’ forwardness, or how completely turned on all of this is making him.
Taking Kris’ hips in his hands, Adam bends down and kisses the breath out of both of them. He takes one step backward.
“You’re absolutely sure?” This is Adam’s final confirmation. Unless Kris says otherwise, Adam will from now on assume Kris is one hundred percent good to go.
“Completely.” Kris pants out, honesty and lust painting his eyes warring colors of milk and dark chocolate.
Adam nods, takes Kris’ hand, and leads him down the hallway to his room.
From inside his room, facing the doorway, Adam’s gaze rakes over Kris like steel over smoldering coals. He licks his lips.
“What?” Kris asks on an inhale, nervous and excited and so turned on, he thinks he might shake out of his skin.
A wicked, filthy smirk drags Adam’s lips upward and makes his eyes heavy-lidded.
“I’m just thinking of all the ways I’m gonna make you come.”
Oh.
The jolt from his dick makes Kris shove the heel of his palm down hard on it, bending over a little.
That smirk makes a noise, “Ohh, that’s right. You like that- the words. Hmm… well, doesn’t that give me another half-dozen ideas…”
Half-dozen?
Kris visibly swallows, but his eyes dilate even more, betraying him.
In a dark, commanding, black licorice voice, “Come here.”
Kris is a quarter inch from pressed flat against him in a split second. His face eagerly searches Adam’s, waiting like a pet that’s desperate to please. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.
In a similarly dark tone, but quieter, promising, Adam tells Kris, “One of these days, we’re gonna do that exact thing again, and when I call you over to me, I’m gonna tell you to get on your knees and suck me. And you’re gonna thank me.”
At this point, Kris’ mouth is pretty much permanently gaping.
“Do you believe me?”
Kris nods, quick and sincere, his gaze being drawn helplessly down to Adam’s dick, straining mightily against the denim and zipper covering it.
He doesn’t even realize what he was doing until Adam grips him by the shoulders, holding him upright.
“I said ‘one of these days,’ not ‘today.’ There’s way too much I want to do to you right now, and besides, it’s your first time. Sucking cock is something we’ll dedicate hours to, just teaching that pretty mouth of yours how to take me in. Tonight,” Adam wraps his arms around Kris, leaning down so they’re touching foreheads and noses. “Tonight is all about you.”
“Me?” Kris thinks he choked out.
Adam nods, rocking his face against Kris’ and kissing him soft and sweet.
“I’m gonna show you just how good you can feel.”
Kris shivers all over in Adam’s hold, and pushes himself up to wrap his tongue around Adam’s.
Discarded shirts, shoes, socks, and one pair of pants that was thrown against the door to close it, litter the bedroom.
Kris blushes, but laughs at himself when he trips into Adam’s arms while trying to step out of his own jeans. Adam catches him easily, and holds in his laughter until he’s sure it won’t embarrass Kris.
“I’m just the epitome of grace, aren’t I?”
Adam chuckles, then makes Kris forget all about his literal misstep with his tongue and teeth on Kris’ ear.
When Kris pulls himself closer and ruts his hips against Adam’s, Adam muffs into Kris’ neck and guides him backwards to the bed.
A murmured, “Get comfy” and a nudge sets Kris bouncing onto the edge of the mattress, and then scooting backwards toward the head of Adam’s bed.
He feels a little silly, sitting in the middle of someone else’s bed, in his underwear, hard-on stretching out the fabric, just waiting there. It reminds him of Lilly Tomlin in that giant chair in her comedy skit.
Kris has no idea what to do with his hands. Or his feet, for that matter. He’s getting disturbingly awkward, and what the heck is Adam doing, anyway?
Adam turns off his phone, snags a towel, places the baby wipes next to it on the floor beside the bed, and puts the lube and a condom in a convenient place nearby.
Standing on the far side of the bed, Adam smiles down at Kris, effectively easing his discomfort. He slides into a sitting position beside Kris, facing him, placing a tender kiss on his lips before pulling away to just look at him for a minute.
“You really are stunning.” Adam confides honestly.
Again, Kris has trouble accepting the compliment.
“Coming from you, I- I don’t even know what to think.”
Smiling, heart fluttering at the unexpected words, Adam recaptures Kris’ lips, drawing him down, so they’re eventually lying facing each other, limbs and appendages of all kinds entwined.
On his back, Adam rolled on top of him, Kris revels in the sensations being trailed over chest and stomach by talented, clever fingers and an equally hot mouth. So distracted, he almost doesn’t notice until it’s too late…
“I thought you said--”
“I said it’s all about you tonight. I believe I also mentioned something about future dick sucking lessons for you. Don’t worry, Kris, I’m gonna show you everything, all in good time. Just relax and feel, let yourself experience, okay?”
Adam kisses Kris’ inner thigh, and Kris shoves another pillow under his head so he can watch Adam go down on him.
What in his life led up to this moment, so that he could actually be doing this? Watching this amazing man swirl his tongue around the head of his cock, then suck lightly, then trail up the under side of it, and then -oh, god, that’s just--- take half of it in his mouth.
“God, Adam.” Kris whispers, hips bucking, pushing his cock farther into Adam’s mouth.
Adam’s eyes close and he moans, sucking his way down until the head of Kris’ cock hits the back of his throat.
As if he’d just remembered something, Adam pulls back, rests Kris’ cock on his inner cheek, then lifts off, leaving only his lips on the tip. Intermittently, he presses and rubs his thumb along the underside of Kris’ pleasantly tortured dick.
One last suck/kiss to Kris’ cock head, and Adam slinks his way back up.
“I’m sorry, baby, I forgot, my friend has me doing this thing at a club tomorrow night.”
Kris frowns at Adam in confusion. What kind of club work is going to inhibit Adam’s sex life?
“Sometimes I do a show for her.”
Kris can’t hold it in anymore. “‘Show’? What kind of club, exactly?”
There’s a tease in his voice and a sly smirk on his face.
Adam takes a second to understand. When he does, his eyes flash wide, his eyebrows kiss his hairline, and he nearly dissolves into giggles. He’s shaking his head into Kris’ shoulder, unable to explain quite yet.
“No! Oh, my gods, no. Not that kind of club! Do you seriously think I’m a part-time stripper or something?” He finally gets out in between gulps for breath and giggles.
“Well, I don’t know!” Kris is laughing, now, too, those things being contagious as they are.
“No. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, I don’t think. I’ve got a few friends who used to, or still do exotic dance. It’s just not something I’d be into, personally. Maybe in another life.”
Kris looks thoughtful. “That’s good. It’s gonna be interesting enough explaining all this to my friends and family, but telling them I go to what I assume is a gay club,” Adam nods in confirmation. “Right. Going to one to watch my gay Obi-Yoda strip… that might be a bit too much for them.”
Now Adam’s laughs for a whole different reason, “‘Obi-Yoda’?”
“Yoda-Wan?”
“You’re a dork.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“I like it.”
Kris rewards this with a quick kiss, which turns into a longer kiss, which turns into Kris gripping the back of Adam’s neck and hauling him in hard and bruising.
A few minutes later, Adam is half-consciously stroking Kris’ re-hardening dick, after its slight slackening due to all the laughing.
Ripping away from Adam’s relentless oral attack, Kris throws his head back, gasping for air. Adam takes the opportunity to ravage the expanse of neck before him.
“Ad- oh, mmhmm- Ah-Adam.”
Adam hums through his teeth as he scrapes over a larynx.
“Wh- what c- oh, yeah, that’s… yeah- um, what club?”
Adam pauses, having forgotten all about that.
Mournfully, Adam unlatches himself from Kris’ clavicle to respond.
“Cat Club.” That skin is just too tempting, so Adam decides to spare a few licks in between words. “I sing.”
Kris gasps from this revelation as much as from sensation. Gently, he lifts Adam’s head to hold him at eye level.
“Are you serious?” Oxygen is, apparently, in low supply, if Kris’ diction is any gauge.
“Yeah.”
The glazed, somewhat lost stare that greets Kris puts hard-core Monarchs in his stomach.
The heated, ‘nng’-sounding groan and reflexive throbbing of the leaking cock in Adam’s hand finishes the talking portion of this moment for him.
Kris closes his eyes against the assault of his own body’s reaction.
Road kill. Cleaning Nana’s false teeth. Katy walking in right now.
That last one doesn’t work quite as intended, and Kris has to wrap his hand around Adam’s over his dick to keep from coming.
Well, isn’t that just fantastically twisted? What is the matter with you, Allen?
Adam grins. “You okay?”
God, that voice.
“Tighter.” Kris barely gasps out.
Adam squeezes a little more, and Kris roughly runs his hand up Adam’s arm, gripping his shoulder, nails digging in slightly.
When he finally reopens his eyes, Adam can’t find a trace of brown in them.
Breathlessly, “Oh, Kris, baby.” And he captures that sweet, swollen mouth beneath him, Kris moaning up into it.
Holding Kris’ cock flat against his stomach with his palm, Adam pushes a fingertip onto the leaking slit on the top. He licks around, then over his finger, roughly tonguing the sides of the head, savoring Kris’ cry as much as his taste.
“Adam, please, please.” Kris pets at Adam’s hair blindly, begging with his whole soul, but still not entirely sure how to get what he wants.
Leaving his hand in place, Adam moves up, kissing Kris’ face.
“Shh, baby, shh. You’re alright.” He reassures, soothing.
He swipes that finger across Kris’ cock head, smearing pre-come over it, coating his finger. Unable to resist, Adam curls back down to suck his finger clean, tonguing the slit in the process.
“Oh, my God, Adam!” Kris moans so loudly it could qualify as a shout, arching his back with his hips still pinned to the bed, face scrunched in exquisite pain. He feels like sobbing. He thinks he might actually be dying.
Adam hovers over Kris’ face.
“Kris. Kris, I need you to look at me a minute.”
When Kris finally complies, “I need to know what you want me to do.”
At that, Kris’ face makes the most comical expression. It says, ‘what do you mean? I think it’s all pretty obvious and self-explanatory!’
After a few lost attempts at words, Adam smiles, “Do you want to come like this, or do you want to wait to come until I’m inside you?”
A flush takes Kris over, and he zones out for a moment. What is his life, that he’s actually being faced with this choice?
“Unless you don’t feel ready for that, yet, in which case we’ve got plenty of other options. Don’t worry about that, okay?”
Before Adam’s even done talking, Kris is both shaking and nodding his head, scrabbling at Adam, anywhere he can reach.
“No, yes, I- yes, I’m- I-I want that, I’m- yes, please. I- I want you; want you to- in- be inside, yes, please. Will you? Ca- can you?”
Kris hooks one leg from the knee down over the closest one of Adam’s.
Adam’s eyes close and he lets out a long, quiet breath. Apparently, words can do it for him, too.
Once he’s composed himself, “Yeah, honey, I think that’s something I can manage.”
A fun but somewhat wicked idea comes to Adam. He opens his eyes.
“I know what we’re gonna do.”
Kris’ eyes go wide. “Uhm, o-okay.”
Smirking, Adam strokes Kris slowly, each pass trailing further down his balls and behind.
Kris starts rocking into the motion, getting swept away by it, little noises escaping.
Without warning, Adam uses his other hand to take over, speeding up his pace and adding a twist to it. Kris starts moaning with the rhythm.
When Adam feels he’s close, he ducks his head, keeping steady his pumping and twisting, and sucks on the head hard.
Just as Kris is about to release, letting out a long crescendo of a groan, Adam presses right behind Kris’ balls.
Kris gasps and writhes like a fish out of water.
“Wh- How did--”
A smug, self-satisfied smirk tugs on all the corners of Adam’s face.
“Just a little trick I picked up over the years. Neat, huh?”
Kris continues to stare down at his dick.
“But, I--”
“It lets you peak without letting you come. Brilliant.”
“Yeah, brilliant.” Kris repeats, dazed from his orgasm, but slightly concerned about the fact that he’s still hard.
“Don’t worry. I told you I’d take care of you. Trust me.”
“I do.”
“Good. So, you think you’re ready for the next step?”
Kris nods, flopping his hand around behind him until he makes contact with the tube under the pillow, and hands it to Adam. He even spreads his legs a bit in anticipation, one knee restless to lift off the bed.
Adam’s eyebrows rise appreciatively. “Oh. I guess so.” And he gives Kris a warm smile.
“Please.” Kris murmurs, not totally aware of his doing so, and making Adam shiver in the process.
Warming the slickness as much as he can, Adam nudges Kris’ legs farther apart, Kris’ left leg automatically bending and rising. Adam rubs between Kris’ hole and behind his balls, back and forth, caressing patches of thigh with his lips.
Pressing on- but not into- Kris’ hole, makes Kris whine and rock downward, trying to force more friction.
Adam has to fight himself not to shove Kris over and rim him senseless.
He really does have to be careful, because this show he’s doing is important to Alisan, and he will not let her down by spraining his tongue like he did that one time when he got a little too enthusiastic.
There is an excellent chance Adam would get carried away, what with all the encouragement he’s getting from Kris.
Besides, it’s not like this is the only time he’ll have Kris laid out like this. Oh, no, if Adam has any say whatsoever, this is going to be a regular occurrence for them.
He settles for blowing softly over the sensitive skin, while giving in to Kris’ silent pleadings and slipping a finger into the tight ring up to a knuckle.
Kris gasps hard and starts a low rhetoric of babblings, words of which Adam isn’t entirely certain Kris is in control.
“This- was gonna- s-so busy, didn’t--”
Adam tries to calm Kris with, “Shh,” but that only makes him get louder.
Kris thrashes a tiny bit, grinding down, forcing more of Adam’s finger inside himself, and then breathing in sharp and deep at the sensation.
“No, I-I was. I was gonna, so it would be easier, but--”
The meaning hits Adam. “You were-- Do you mean you thought about stretching yourself open?”
Oh, please, please, sweet pantheon, be what he means.
Kris nods, brow furrowing momentarily as he adjusts to Adam’s second finger.
A whimper escapes parted lips and reverberates on taut abdominal skin where they’re pressed.
The little giggle that Kris gives makes Adam look up, confused.
“Tickled.” He says, by way of explanation.
Adam smiles back, deliberately humming now, using the distraction to work both fingers all the way into Kris and twist them around.
Kris’ mouth goes slack, his neck arching.
“Yes, that. Do that, that’s good.”
Adam doesn’t try to squash the grin forming. He’s had some vocal lovers, but none have been adorable at the same time.
“Good?” Adam confirms.
There’s quite a bit of nodding on Kris’ part, before he peeks at Adam.
“M-more?” He questions, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to make requests.
“More- another finger?”
Kris smiles bashfully, agreeing.
“Of course, baby.” Adam says, complying, watching Kris’ face.
There’s some discomfort shown, but with a hand low on Kris’ belly and fingers curling in and upward, the double stimulation of Kris’ prostate replaces any unpleasantness.
“You tell me what you want, and I’ll make sure you get what you need, okay? Don’t be shy.”
Kris glances down at their situation and the placement of certain parts belonging to Adam and gives him a look.
“How, exactly, do I get less shy than right now?”
Adam grins dark and dirty.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. But you will.”
The promise in his voice sends Kris writhing down harder, Adam’s fingers shoving in up to the third knuckle.
Kris pants, “Want this. Want this now. Please, Adam.” And he continues forcing Adam’s hand to pump in and out of him almost recklessly.
Adam wants to see that face one more time, because he’s pretty sure once he’s inside Kris, he’s going to be far too gone to focus, and that truly is a sight to see.
“Kris.” It’s a tone Adam doesn’t use often, hasn’t ever with Kris, but the effect is instantaneous.
Going dead still, Kris stares wide-eyed up at Adam, as if waiting for instruction.
Adam obliges.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully.”
Kris nods, intense. Adam smiles, leans down and kisses Kris sweetly.
“You have no idea how amazing you feel. To know that no one’s ever touched you like this, has never felt how hot and tight and gorgeous you are- god, it makes me so hard it hurts, just thinking about it. This is going to be incredible. I’m going to slide inside you, fill you up, and you’re going to love it. Absolutely love it. I’ll go slow, at first, get you used to me, used to my cock so deep inside you, but then. Oh, then.”
Adam goes from the smooth glide of his fingers to faster thrusts, watching Kris fall apart with awe and fascination.
“Do you want me to tell you what’s going to happen next?”
Kris doesn’t respond, can’t respond.
“Kris?”
“Yes. Yes, tell- tell me. Please, Adam, don’t stop. Don’t stop talking, please.”
That seals it. I’m keeping this one. Mine.
In harmony with his thoughts, “I’m going to make you mine. Possess you. You won’t be able to tell where you and I end or begin. I’m not letting you go, Kris. Maybe I’m only supposed to show you the way, but now that we’re here, now that I’ve got you under me, around me, I can’t let you go. I’m going to claim you, Kris. Mark you. I’m going to fill you up, make you know, and then I’m going to show everyone else- you’re mine.”
At this point, Kris is arching and matching Adam’s fingers thrust for thrust, a keening noise rising from the back of his throat. Adam wasn’t sure how Kris would react to hearing how involved Adam is, now, but Kris puts his fears to rest.
“Yes, Adam. Yours. Yours, all you- yes. Show it. Show me. Yours.” That was the most coherent of Kris’ babblings, but Adam figures he understands.
“Yes. Mine, Kris. Mine. Come on, baby, let go. Let go for me.”
Kris screams. The sound breaks in the middle, and Adam presses his own hips down hard to keep from coming.
Before Kris is done with his aftershocks, Adam has put on a condom one-handed, and is positioning himself between Kris’ legs.
“You- you did it again, you--”
Adam kisses Kris before he can call him whatever unflattering name was about to come out of his pretty mouth.
“Shh, I know. I couldn’t help it. This time, though. This time you’re gonna come, and you’re gonna see how worth it the wait is.”
That seems to placate the man who has peaked twice in the last ten minutes or so, and still hasn’t come. It’s kind of freaking him out, honestly, but Kris trusts Adam implicitly.
“Alright.” Adam, fully situated now, removes his fingers, much to Kris’ dismay and discontent.
A pitiful, “No-o” escapes, but Adam is quick to lick it away.
“Now, Adam?” Kris begs, breathless.
“Yes, baby. Now.”
Adam lifts Kris’ hips slightly to steady them both, and pushes until the thick, aching head of his cock is inside the sweet, tight body beneath him.
Unable to support his own head, Adam lets it flop down onto Kris’ collarbone.
“Oh, god, oh, Kris, Christ--”
Kris places his hand on the back of Adam’s head, near his neck in a sort of petting gesture, hoping to soothe the man who sounds on the brink of tears.
“Adam,” Kris whispers, because he feels like maybe it’s a whispering moment, since Adam is, and all. “Shh, Adam. Are you okay?”
Adam struggles to hold still, even though his laughter is jostling them both.
“Oh, Kris.” He chuckles, normal volume back. “Kris I am so much more than okay, it’s terrifying.”
Kris smiles widely at that, his mouth opening with a soft gasp when Adam takes the time to bite at Kris’ pectoral muscle.
From its place on the back of Adam’s head, Kris slides his hand down, down that smooth, warm skin, lower until he reaches as far as he can, and puts pressure on Adam’s lower back.
“More now.”
It’s almost a polite request, but the tugging on Adam’s back belies the small command behind it.
“Anything you want.” And Adam pushes in another inch, only to be surprised by Kris angling so even more of Adam enters him.
“Want it all, Adam. Want all of you.”
Adam thinks Kris may actually be trying to murder him.
Best death ever.
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“Did you mean it?”
Kris’ voice is small, unsure, like a child trying to be brave.
Adam sighs, long and satisfied, stretching his arms out above and beside him.
With a goofy grin and dazed, loopy eyes, he drawls out, “Mmm… mean what?”
It’s better than any high he’s ever felt. This is the equivalent of a standing ovation after singing his heart out.
“That you wanted-- I mean, did you just mean you wanted me right now, for this, or something else?”
He’s trying to be as neutral as he can about this, but Kris thinks his heart might make an audible sound when it breaks if Adam was only saying he wanted to make Kris his, physically.
The dopey expression only sobers the slightest bit, one hand flapping at the wrist, beckoning Kris to him.
Without any malice or ill intent, Adam asks Kris the same question, genuinely wondering, now. If all Kris was hoping for with Adam was a guide in the wild jungles of gayness, there’s a potential for a serious problem.
“Do you want me for something more than this?”
Kris isn’t sure how to answer, so he shuts his brain the rest of the way off, and goes with whatever his gut and heart and mouth conspire to say.
“Everything.”
“Everything being…?”
He’s about to lay it all out there, so Kris sits up, facing Adam but not looking him in the eyes. A deep breath, and Kris opens up.
“I don’t know what I thought this was when we first started, but when you said you wanted to claim me, to make me yours, I knew then. I want this. I want the whole,” Kris flails his arm around briefly. “Dating, friends, sex, Sunday crossword puzzles and coffee, relationship… thing.”
Finally braving contact, Kris finishes, determinedly but wary and with an almost undetectable trace of legitimate fear -because he thinks pleading and begging would be the last things he could ever possibly want to do at this moment in his life-, “I want everything.”
The longest pause in the history of time later, Kris adds, “What do you want? And don’t you dare lie to me.”
Adam’s face goes from ridiculous and blissed-out to confused to doofy to brilliant (and doofy).
Reaching out for Kris with both arms, Adam chuckles, happiness clear in his voice.
“Come here, you freakishly adorable, wonderfully weird little man. Come here and kiss me.”
Kris obliges him, not entirely certain what’s happening, but thinking he might be really happy in about ten seconds.
“You, my sweet, strange fellow, have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m a flowers-for-no-reason, cards-on-the-pillow, stupid-pictures-in-photo-booths, drag-you-home-in-the-middle-of-the-day-because-I-can’t-wait-to-make-love-to-you kind of guy. I have the feeling I could fall for you hard and fast, so if you aren’t prepared for that, tell me now. However, if you think you maybe would be okay with that, then lay down here and give me cuddles, because I’m that kind of guy, too.”
Yep. He was right. Seriously, totally, absolutely ecstatic about life in general.
Wriggling himself into a comfortable position, Kris lets out a huge sigh of utter contentment. Adam presses his lips to Kris’ hair, mumbling endearments into it sleepily.
As he slips into unconsciousness, Kris vaguely notices his fingers autonomously playing chords to the song Adam uses to whisper-hum himself to sleep.
The third installment:: Take It Like A Man